One late November day, my arms were aching from hauling wood all afternoon, stocking the woodpile for winter. As the light sank away, the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen played across the hills. From the edge of the ridge, the colors spanned more than half the rim of the horizon, stretching themselves like napping kittens, one eye half-open
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and i think we have common interests.
also, my band has a song called "Forest Whisper"
and I just thought that was too awesome.
so add me back if you like!
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